by Arcassin Burnham


afraid to dream too much,
soft lips in a whisper,
perfect laughter,
the thought of not waiting to feel that touch,
you should have touched me,
love letters,
written with your fathers pen,
that he gave me when he said that i would't be,
in your life,
for good to never had the right set of things,
i was even goona impress her with a daimond ring,
you should have loved me,
just to get it over with,
you should have